Hey! Felt like it, so here I am.
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Khushi smiled temptingly at him and then walked out with his nephew jumping contentedly in her arms. Her soft derriere swayed brazenly and Arnav felt that it personally mocked him.
Almost as if were softly speaking the words in his ears.
When had the sexual tension ever disappeared?
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An Indescribable Emotion
Khushi laughed as she saw Adit try and glance at her from behind his tiny hands. Every now and then, he'd cover his eyes and then two seconds later, he'd yell out "Peekaboo!"
What an absolutely adorable child.
With an affectionate smile pulling at her lips, Khushi lifted the toddler and seated him across her lap. "So, aapka naam kya hai?" She wished to indulge him as much as she could. Plus, she wanted to hear him say his name out loud himself.
"Adittt!"
His arms rose and flailed about in tandem with his jaunty tone, and Khushi twisted her face to the right so her eyesight would be spared. The child in her arms realized his folly, and immediately straightened up. Balancing himslef on her legs, he cradled her face and pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek.
"Shawwiiee!"
Adit's impersonation of the word sorry once again made Khushi burst out laughing. These were the times when she wished she had a child of her own. There was no doubt that Adit would have given immense joy to everyone in his family.
Involuntarily, her gaze strayed to her boss's cabin window.
Head bowed, wedged deeply into some sort of file or the other and a coffee cup in his right hand. It was almost as if this was his permanent posture. Either it was this, or he was walking around. Khushi wondered if he ever went to sleep.
Probably not.
With a grimace, she turned back to the child now wobbling as he tried to balance himself on her thighs. His tiny feet tickled her as he moved across her legs, and his face was scrunched in concentration.
Before he could achieve his purpose however, a slight disturbance to the right caused Adit to stop. His maamu stood at the edge of Khushi's desk, hip propped stylishly against the table. With his arms folded and sporting his infamous grin, Arnav Singh Raizada looked like the perfect model.
Wasn't it weird that a man who owned a fashion house, could model for it too?
How unfair.
Oh, and he was one of the only few straight men in the industry.
How absolutely unfair.
It was quite probable that her little sniffle of disdain, had ended up being slightly loud, for she saw Arnav's brows rise in that bone wilting manner of his.
"Is there any problem Ms. Gupta?"
Yes, yes! That's what she wanted to scream out even when she shook her head in a polite manner. You're the problem, Khushi wanted to say. Your arrogance, your determination, your professionalism and last but not the least, your hotness, makes me want to jump you all the friggin time!
She deserved a standing ovation for keeping such an imperceptible facade around this man.
Really.
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Arnav stared at his assistant for a minute longer than necessary, and then bent down to pick up his nephew. As expected, the child immediately pouted and turned around so he could return to the interesting woman.
"Nuh-uh Nawaab Sahaab. You're going home now because if you don't, your mother will kill me."
His nephew looked at him with his puppy dog eyes and pleaded, but Arnav was not to be deterred. Well, that was a lie. He could compromise...right?
"Achaa, okay. You go back home right now, and I promise I'll bring you to work tomorrow. Happy?"
The question at the end had been rhetorical. Who didn't know that his nephew would be jumping in joy at his statement. But the little toddler wished to establish his absolute joy concretely. After all, he didn't want the pretty lady to think that he hadn't enjoyed her company.
So he leaped-yes leaped-towards the woman in question, and wrapped his chubby arms around her shoulders.
Arnav felt relief overcome him as Khushi steadied Adit in her arms, and hugged the child to herself. "I'll look forward to it Adit." With a gentle smile that was her trademark, he saw his assistant lean down to kiss his nephew's nose.
A strange tightening of chest surprised him, and he cleared his throat so as to dispel the sudden feeling. Now one might argue, how does clearing your throat help get rid of a "tightening" in the front?
But this was Arnav Singh Raizada, and that's how he did things.
In a sleek motion, he pulled out his phone and hit the family driver's number. While he asked the man to come up and take Adit baba away, he kept one eye trained at his beautiful assistant.
It was getting harder and harder to stay away from her.
As soon as the thought entered his mind, Arnav clenched his eyes at the unintended double entendre.
What the hell was happening here?
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A particularly nasty cough erupted from Khushi's mouth as she drew the heavy file away from the rack. Just like every single proverbial storeroom, AR's storeroom was just as dirty, dingy and-
"Achooo!"
Dusty.
With her eyes and nose giving competition to Red Riding Hood's cape, she flicked through the pages hastily. How long had it been since someone had cleaned this place? From the current situation, clearly not too recently.
Another sneeze escaped her, and she almost lost her balance. Khushi whimpered and held onto the rack, thanking whoever had the brains of nailing these tall metal things into the wall.
Exhaling in a relieved manner, she stuck the pen into her now-bunned hair, and continued to read the file. Was it sad that she thought all the designs were absolutely grotesque? She had expected much more from AR.
As she contemplated on the cut of a really gorgeous dress, Khushi forgot that she stood upon a precariously placed ladder. Although it wasn't the best time for that fact to slip her mind, she had never labeled herself as a careful woman.
A slight scream left her as she felt her foot skid on the metal surface. Repeating the movement that had earlier saved her, she grabbed onto the rack once more. But Devi Maiyya was hell bent on punishing her this time, or so it seemed.
Khushi's fingers swiped across a particularly dust spattered spot, and rather than catching onto it; her balance left her at the last moment.
The file slipped away from her hands as she felt gravity do it's thing. Looked like the record of never breaking a bone was about to be thrashed. Literally.
But nothing happened.
Well not nothing. But not what she had been expecting.
Khushi had imagined herself in the hospital the moment she had slipped. Wrapped in those ugly bandages that basically made you look like an Egyptian Mummy, and her feet tied to the bars of a hospital bed.
Rather than the cringeworthy crack of bones, an unfamiliar heat wrapped itself around her body. A pair of manly arms-she identified the gender by the lean muscle pushing into her back, held her carefully.
Khushi knew who it was innately. There was, after all, only one man who made her feel like her ovaries were about to burst. The one and only, Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada.
She was in her boss's arms.
That thought reared her head back, and she twisted to look into his brown eyes. They were darkened, and his fingers tightened onto the side of her breasts. Almost as if it were completely normal, which it was not, her hands crept up and wound themselves around his neck.
There was a sole bulb in the storeroom, and how odd was it that they were placed strategically below it? Very odd, but Khushi wasn't complaining.
She didn't even complain when Arnav set her down gently, in fact, she opened her mouth to thank him. No denying that she would have been in the hospital if he hadn't been there. But again, he didn't let her complete.
In fact, he didn't even allow her to speak.
Within two strong steps, Arnav tipped her chin up and settled his lips over hers.
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HAHAHAHAHA, Yes I am mean. Whatchya gonna do about it? 😆 Oh I know, you can give me comments and tell me what you thought about it maybe? 😃
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